we fear rejection

Cruisin' down the street in my '64 Jockin the freaks, clockin' the dough.

[saltysweetgriffin]

wowrhett:

“That’s nice. I mean the nickname. Do you like it? I mean you don’t have to answer if you don’t want to. I’ve always been just Rhett. Uh… no. Should I know who that is? I was thinking more like Giff Gaff… the British phone thing. Wait, his mouth? What’s wrong with his mouth?” Pop culture was not Rhett’s strong suit and he found himself shifting back to his computer to google the man in question, still confused. “Never‽ How could you have never seen it? That’s a modern classic! Not like what…?” he asked, clearly slightly confused. His mind rarely found it’s way to the gutter unless someone lead it there. “It’s very romantic. You uh might want a box of tissues around when you watch it. I know I need one. Well  I mean I guess it really depends. Feelings are what really counts so I’m sure she’ll be happy no matter how you say it. There’s nothing more flattering than being told you’re loved from what I’ve gathered. She probably just made a mistake. It’s easy to do. I mess up things like that all the time. Then again I’m sort of hopeless. Oh… I’m talking too much. Sorry,” he added, slightly meekly. Rhett didn’t get much chance to talk to people and he was aware he could be a little much at times. “Totally, most definitely. If I was Janice I’d be over the moon. But, sadly, I’m not. I’m sure she’ll be really happy. Even more happy than I am in fact. Don’t worry, you seem like a great guy. Anyone wold be happy to hear those words from you.”

“Do I like it? It kinda grew on me, yeah. Rhett’s a cool name. Ya want a nickname? I don’t know if I can come up with one on the spot. Gimmie a couple ‘a days, alright?” Griffin chuckled at his question. “He fucked with his teeth, made ‘em look like a sharks? Scary lookin’ guy. If ya haven’t seen ‘em, good. Let it stay that way and keep ya innocence.” Griffin shuffled around, grabbing his own laptop to message Janice and see what was up. “Nah, musicals aren’t my thing. It weirds me out how they just break into song and no one ever says anything about it, ya know? I don’t like it, but... I guess I’ll have to watch it.” He listened to Rhett with an amused grin, but still all too focused on his computer to recognize what he said next. “Ya cry over romantic movies? That’s kinda cute.” He stayed quiet and listening again until he heard the apology. “Huh? What are you apologizing for? I don’t mind listenin’ to ya talk. I’m with you on the hopelessness. Explains why I’m tryin’ ‘a call up a girl after three dates and confess my love to her. When I say it out loud I realize how stupid it was.” He laughed up himself, but his smile faltered when he realized he’d been blocked. He blinked, leaning back on the couch. “You can take her place if ya want. I don’t think she wants it anymore. You ever ended a relationship with someone without sayin’ something to ‘em first?”

[saltysweetgriffin]

wowrhett:

“Nope, sorry. I am not and have never been Janice. It’s Rhett actually. I mean me. I’m Rhett. That’s my name. You get what I’m saying,” he rambled a bit, shrugging though he couldn’t be seen. “Well I mean if you’re looking at it in comparison to so five really isn’t that bad. You’re up against things like Moulin Rouge with ‘The greatest thing you’ll ever learn is to love and be loved in return,’ or Princess Bride’s ‘As you wish’ so I’m not sure you could really bump it up might higher. Maybe a six if we’re being generous. I’m not saying it’s bad, I mean it was a good confession. I felt my heart skip a beat and I’m not even Janice. You don’t have to be great with words to stir emotion… it just sort of helps.”

“I get what you’re sayin’,” Griffin said with a chuckle. “I’m Griffin. My friends called me Griff Graff back in high school. Still not sure why, but it’s pretty catchy, ya know? Like Riff Raff. Ya ever seen that man? I’m worried about his mouth.” He leaned on giving a little more information, hoping to balance out the rambling on both ends. “Moulin Rouge? Never seen it. I do know that one song, though, uh - the...” He drifted. “About comin’. I mean - not like... Come What May! That’s it. That’s in that, right? Maybe I should watch it, and write some tips. I was hopin’ I’d be up against nothin’. I’m not the best at admittin’ how I feel, but, hey - guess this just goes to show I shouldn’t be doin’ it. I don’t even have the right number.” Griffin felt his face light up. “Ya mean it? Probably more than I would’ve got from her. She’s one a’ those heartless types.”

[saltysweetgriffin]

wowrhett:

“I’m pretty sure it’s not, yes. Last time I checked anyway. Well, uh, I’ll be honest with you, it was good. Definitely very much from your heart which helps and is probably the best way to go about things. So I guess… a five?  But we’re talking a five in a world where a ten is something like the New Year’s scene of When Harry Met Sally or Matthew Macfadyen in Pride and Prejudice with his big puppy dog eyes. And an eleven would be the beginning of Up. So I mean a five isn’t a bad score really. In the grant scheme of things I mean. Perfectly solid as far as confessions go. At least that’s what I think though I don’t have much personal experience, sorry. I think that was my first one.”

“You might wanna check again, ‘cause this is the number she gave me,” he muttered, sounding slightly frustrated by this new knowledge. He still listened to the other boy, taking everything he said, likely, much too serious. “A five? Uh, you ever seen Bridget Jones Diary? That one’s a five, and it’s well-known for that 'I like ya’ line in his confession. Or, hell, The Office? Where Jim admits his feelings to Pam durin’ the first season? Six, just ‘cause it’s the first season and ya barely know ‘em, but it makes ya emotional... or it did me, at least. Mine? A five? I had love in there, and memories. Nothin’ beats that, does it? Unless I gotta up my vocabulary for it. I’d have to google, and write myself a script.”

[saltysweetgriffin]

wowrhett:

Answering the phone on reflex without checking and just assuming it was work, Rhett’s brow furrowed the longer he listened. He was silent for a moment. “I uh… I’m flattered, I have to say. I had no idea I could inspire such strong feelings.” And then he chuckled. “Though I get the feeling whoever it was you meant to call probably would be more flattered. Unless we’ve been going out on dates without me realizing it–which is actually sort of possible, I guess–then I don’t think you meant to call me. Not that I don’t appreciate the sentiment, it’s just sort of wasted on me, don’t you think? But definitely right. You go man.”

Hearing the deeper voice actually startled Griffin, pulling the phone back and missing most of what the other guy had said. When he pulled it back to his ear, he hesitated before speaking again. “You tellin’ me this isn’t Janice? Damn... well, while I got ya here, can you tell me how good that was? On a scale ’a ten? While I try to see where I messed up her number... I may have said thing too much, huh? Nerves... sorry.”

[saltysweetgriffin]

“... Hey? Hey! I wanted to call you ‘cause... okay, I’m - I’m just gonna come out and say it. I got a thing for you, babe. A big thing. A love -  no, in love, thing. Now, don’t make a big deal out of it, or nothin’, but I haven’t been able to take my mind of ya since our last date. I know we’ve only been out a few times... or a couple, really, if you don’t count us bumpin’ into each other at the coffee shop... and then I had to buy you a new coffee. I count it, though. Might’a been our most romantic date... But my mom always says when ya feel it, ya feel it. So, I wanted you to know that I feel it. I feel a big love thing, and I don’t care how fast other people might think that is, it’s how I feel, so - screw ‘em, right? ... Right?”